"Makes You Feel Better, Doesn't It?"

*Gaz and Ghost are training recruits together*

Gaz: Hey, Si, ready to go- Whoa

Ghost: What?

Gaz: *points at his shorts*

Ghost: It’s hot, Kyle

Gaz: Yea but those are short short. You’d get dress coded for that!

Ghost: Price doesn’t give two fucks about shit like that

Gaz: Not worried about Price…

Ghost: You’re making a big deal over nothing

Gaz: I’ll remember you telling me that

(Later)

Price: Simon, why-

Ghost, holding a icepack on his ass: Soap got a running start

Ok, I OD a while back and haven't had the time or the mental to post/write anything. But but but but you can blame rodolfoparras for this. Love thier work and all their cute cat pics!!

Old man Price, who starts wearing reading glasses from all the damage to his retna. He's kinda insecure about it, but when he sees how clear your blush is when he wears them?

He will just be between your thighs one night, breath way too hot, with those damn glasses still on because,

"I need to see you Love. Can't do that without 'em."

And he does, he wants to look at every shudder, and the way your lips try to hold those particularly embarrassing moans becuase fuck is Price good at sucking your sould out of your dick.

Well, turns out the pain I'm in isn't normal...

I'm going into theater today. So they can check if it is what we think it is.

Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.

So worried about being "'"cringey"'" when writing smutt that I go on tangents that are a 50/50 shot of angst or fluff.

Screw my damned brain...

don't give up

Hear me out! The classic scenario where you and Ghost have to go undercover and pretend to be a married couple, right?

But Gaz and Soap are completely baffled seeing Ghost comfortable in this role. Is he this good at acting? Simon the Ghost Riley being fully comfortable with you touching him? And him casually, mindlessly even, resting his hand on your waist and pulling you close? They watch him slip into the role of a husband like it’s nothing. You don’t make a big deal out of it either. You casually run your hand over his back or stomach while walking by. He moves you out of the way by gently grabbing your hips.

And Gaz and Soap stand there, not believing their own eyes, looking at Price like “are you seeing this?” while their Captain doesn’t seem to understand what’s so shocking to them. What Price is forgetting though, is that the two sergeants were never informed that your last name is Riley.

Just food for thought. Just an idea. Take it and write it if you please! cuz I can't write a longer coherent fic with it I'm afraid lol

GO CHECK THE FIC based on this idea!! (give em lots of love!)

Secret lovers written by @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

<3 <3 <3 <3

slasher!ghoap x gn!reader

first writing thing of my own, so uh! thats cool i guess yk. I think i'm happy with it? probably gonna be more than one part, i haven't decided. and i feel like i've seen other ghost and soap slasher stuff but i cant for the life of me find it. wrote this after finding a c.ai bot, the idea is not fully mine and i don't want to take full credit for it--however the writing itself is all mine :)

slasher!ghoap x gn!reader

CW: stalking, kidnapping, murder (dont do those things), no y/n only "you", while this is written for gn i wrote it in mind to lean more masc, first thing ever writing for tumblr so i'm not 100% on how to fit in here, bear with me

Thinking about Simon “Ghost” Riley and John “Soap” MacTavish being a bit crazy, a bit more fucked up than they already are. And yet so in love with each other, it was perfect, wasn't it?

About how they both retired early from the military, tired of the constant gun fire and the wear on their body’s. A man could only take so much. They move in with each other. A nice house, a backyard, basement, good sized kitchen, two bedrooms, one and a half bath. A nice house out in the countryside, away from other people but still close enough to the town.

About how maybe, one night, they see you at a bar. One you shouldn’t have been at, not that they had any idea. Or maybe they saw you at a simple coffee shop, and you didn't notice either of them as they sat in the back. Or maybe they saw you with your friends, hanging out at a nearby park on a nice day.

About how it didn't take long for both of them – without each other knowing – to start stalking you. Finding you online didn't take much time. Nor did tracking down your car, or your friend's car.

About how Simon “Ghost” Riley had your face memorized and the way you walked. How you just managed to mess up at simple things, like how you weren’t great at parking (not that he was much better), or how you bought the wrong type of milk at the store by accident. Didn’t you know how much you hated skim milk?

About how John “Soap” MacTavish had found your old instagram account, and the back up one. How he had been the first one to find your entire family tree, your old pets, your old house. How he had found what you looked like in second grade, missing your front teeth because you had ridden your bike into a parked car. Wasn’t it common knowledge?

About how they both justify what they're doing. If it was on the internet, it was free rein. And finding where you lived was just a… slight overstep… into your personal life, more than needed. No harm, no foul.

Thinking about how they bring you up to each other. A simple movie night turned to; how did you know about them? But it was resolved quickly, even faster when they both realized they both had some type of sick obsession over you. But how could they not? You're just so perfect, so nice to others. They just need you in their life.

About how they scout out your parents house, the one you're staying at right now, for a few, long weeks. They had happened to overhear your plans to invite friends over because you didn't want to stay alone in the house. A gut feeling, weird vibe, you called it.

About how a plan was put together. They wanted to have some fun with you, wanted to scare you, wanted to make sure you’d listen well. About how they waited until two in the morning for all of you and your friends to be either high or tipsy. Waited until you, alone, left the group for the bathroom. Of course they had the house layout memorized, they had been there a handful of times to grab a shirt of yours, a pair of boxers from your drawers when nobody was home. They wouldn't go in this blind now would they?

About how you had slowly walked out of the bathroom when you had noticed how quiet the house had gotten. The movie was on in the background, but something was off. How they had heard you check if the water-heater closet door was still locked, same with the garage. How they heard you make a small huh sound after you did that. About how you did the best quiet footsteps to see what your friends were up to.

About how you froze, standing still as could be when you saw they were all laying there, asleep. The faint glow from the TV didn't light the room up that well. How when you took a picture with the flash on, trying to get a picture of them looking dumb.

About how the room lit up, only for a few seconds because of the flash and you could see the pooled blood around their body’s. How you covered your mouth with your hand, the picture still on your phone, lighting up your face. Turning on the balls of your feet to run out of the house was the only smart idea – at least to you. But in the moment, did you think about how you already checked the garage was locked? 

About how John “Soap” MacTavish was waiting in the garage for you, waiting for you to run past. Humans were oh-so foolish, simple minded, and easy to plan for. How he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up and slapped a hand to your mouth, only for the behemoth Simon “Ghost” Riley to walk into the garage right behind you. No matter where you would have gone, they would have caught you.

About how Simon “Ghost” Riley took your phone, saying you won't be needing that, his accent and deep voice sending shivers down your spine as tears welled up in your eyes. How John “Soap” MacTavish handed you over to Simon “Ghost” Riley while you bit, kicked, screamed, tried anything to get out of their iron-like grip.

Careful now bunny, stay still, the scotsman whisperer, pulling his arm back before he landed a good punch to your temple, knocking you out.

a/n: constructive criticism is welcomed <3

absolutely losing my mind over gaz putting his dog tags on you and then tugging the chain when he wants to kiss you. like he absolutely loses his mind, goes feral and whispers against your ear calling you his. like his tags are a claim over you.

“these tags make you mine, my pretty one hm?”

Honestly never written who Gaz before but it's fucken fun! Love the weird boy.

No idea who else I should add??? I'm looking. I'm a looking.